Little White Lotus’ Record of Courting Disaster

"Xiao Youyou is in a daze again?"

Seeing the little girl look dazed, but the brilliance in her eyes changed again and again, obviously she was communicating with that unknown thing again, Qing Muhan's eyes were dim, and her heart was unhappy. The next is more anxious.

"It seems that this time, I really have to punish Xiao Youyou well."

I don’t like this person playing with others without her knowing, and still having fun like that. I don’t like this person having the mind to talk to other living creatures in front of her, and the little girl who moves with her heart. He picked it up and entered the mecha warehouse, Qing Muhan pinched Youyou's waist fiercely, with great strength.

"It hurts."

Screaming softly, Youyou looked at Qing Muhan, still at a loss.

"Why should you punish Youyou, Youyou is very good."

Bai Qu said that only children who did wrong will face punishment, but now, she has done nothing wrong?

The soft and tender girl has an extremely naive expression, her eyes are very clear, and her shadow can be reflected in her pupils.

Her heart was sour and numb as if being softly scraped with feathers. Qing Muhan couldn't help but kissed the corner of the little girl's eyes, and the strength of her hands gradually loosened.

"Xiao Youyou."

Before meeting this person, Qing Muhan never thought that she would fall in love with a person, or an omega woman of the same gender as her. Qing Muhan originally thought that she would be alone, after all, she Her identity cannot be exposed, and her heart is always closed, therefore.

Ambiguously rubbing the little girl's face with her cheek, Qing Muhan whispered: "I'm sorry, Xiaoyouyou, I'm probably sick."

The more and more possessive and domineering desires made her feel uncertain and small-minded. Qing Muhan didn't want to be so ugly. At least, she didn't want to show her selfish, mean, cold-blooded in front of the little girl. surface.

Trying to suppress the evil thoughts in my heart, Qing Muhan let go of Youyou and asked restraintly: "I'm sick, so, can Youyou forgive me for being rude?"

"Huh? Are you sick?"

A little hand touched Qing Muhan’s forehead, Youyou pursed her lips, and said anxiously: "Why is it sick? Is it serious? Is it uncomfortable? It must be very uncomfortable, right? Youyou was sick before? Really good. Sad huh?"

Eyelashes trembled, staring at the silver-haired woman close at hand, Youyou obediently let Qing Muhan kiss her, only her eyes kept rolling.

The tactility in the holographic game is absolutely real, except for the inability to make friends and love, everything else is no different from in reality.

Therefore, it didn't take long for Youyou to retreat in Qing Muhan's plundering and strong kiss, and his body became soft and a puddle of water.

"Xiao Youyou."

Why are you so cheating?

Holding the stupid, cute and sweet little girl tightly in her arms, Qing Muhan's eyes were darkened, and there was darkness that was too thick to melt.

"Well."

After being kissed to her head, Youyou squeezed softly, Qing Muhan's clothes, Nuo Nuo said: "Qing Qingqing, if you are sick, you must treat your illness obediently. Let's play games and see the doctor together."

Qing Muhan:...

Squinting her eyes, watching the little girl's eyebrows carefully, Qing Muhan rolled her throat reluctantly and said hello.

"Hmm."

Just do it. After a short rest, Youyou played the game, and the system that has been on the sidelines shows that its host is really stupid.

After some tossing, Qing Muhan really became a patient.

After all, as the supreme leader of the Eastern Alliance, no one dared to disobey her under her secret instructions, saying that she was not sick.

In the dark-colored bedroom, Qing Muhan was half lying on the bed, looking at the little girl who was busy with her, the tenderness in her eyes almost overflowed.

"Okay, come here."

He hooked his fingers at the little girl, Qing Muhan's thin lips curled slightly, and said jokingly: "If you toss it down again, Yuer should get stuck."

Yule, a low-intelligence sweeping machine, requires simple manipulation by humans, and it is obvious that her little girl is in this respect,

No talent at all.

"Hehe."

He put down the remote control in a jealousy, and Youyou touched the place that was spinning, Yule's bright head, hopped to Qing Muhan's bed.

"Qingqingqingqing, are you better?"

A pair of black and white eyes were full of seriousness, and Youyou moved his head closer to Qing Muhan, for fear of hearing something wrong.

Nodded, smiled slightly at the beloved little girl, Qing Muhan's voice is soft and gentle, as if the dark and paranoid before, etc. are all illusions, "It's getting better, you don't have to worry."

"Well, that's good."

Because she didn't have much experience in taking care of people, Youyou could only follow the pie of Dianthus in the memory, asking Qing Muhan whether it hurts, whether it was better, whether she should drink water, take medicine, or eat.

Simply Qing Muhan didn't care about Youyou's clumsiness.

She looked at Youyou with a smile in her eyes. Even though the malice in her heart was growing all the time, on the face, she still behaved very harmlessly.